"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

On the second day, the recruits all received a cloth belt, finger-thick, with one end tied to the ankle and the other to the wrist, not too long or too short, just the distance of the arm swing.

When walking, if the belt is not stretched straight, it will not be in place. If it is stretched too straight, the belt will break, and the cloth belt is as mushy as paper.The little white face picked up the straps strangely and looked at them, and found that each strap had a cut, which was obviously intentional.

"Platoon leader, what is this for?"

"From today onwards, everyone must wear a belt as long as they are awake." Baicheng said slowly, "Every step, the belt must be straightened exactly. Break it once, thirty push-ups, if the belt is found to be not straight, Ten push-ups the first time, twenty push-ups the second time, and so on. The physical training remains the same, all of which are squeezed into morning exercises, and the rest of the time is used to practice straight steps."

The recruits looked at each other in blank dismay, and looked at the little boy together. He has now become the spokesperson of the recruits, standing at attention and shouting: "Report!"

"Say."

"What is this for?"

"We have always held the mobile red flag of the recruit company for individual soldiers and collectives. I proposed the recruit contest again. The squad I led won the championship of military quality. Do you think it should be?"

"Should!" The whole class shouted with a loud voice, with a look of pride on their faces.No matter how noisy they are in the class, they are a group of proud ducklings in front of other classes.

"Well, the chiefs also think so." Baicheng nodded, "So, winning the military championship is nothing, and the team also winning the championship is the real championship."

The recruits looked at each other and understood a little.

"Is this necessary?" Fang Jiang moved his hands and feet, and muttered, "It's rigid enough at ordinary times, and there must be rules for swinging arms when walking."

"It's necessary!" Yu Zheng heard it and shouted loudly, "Our time is short and the task is tight, you must form a conditioned reflex within these auspicious...cough, inauspicious thirteen days! Don't think about it, don't worry about it. Think, as long as you walk, your movements must be exactly the same!"

Yu Zheng finished training the recruits, and when he left the door, he had a bitter face: "Platoon leader, is this necessary?"

"You were infected with the idiot virus by Fang Jiang?"

"No." Yu Zhengdao, "We are not guards of honor or guards, or field troops. It is enough to have military training."

"Did I not understand enough just now?"

"Platoon leader!" Yu Zheng was a little anxious, "Isn't everyone saying that they can't walk in the queue! I just think that instead of spending so much time doing appearance work, it's better to teach them something else. Can be top-notch."

Baicheng cast a sideways glance at Yu Zheng: "What do you think is the chance that they will be assigned to us after the company goes down?"

Yu Zheng hesitated, and said, "Not much."

"Impossible." Baicheng corrected, "It is not easy to enter the Sixth Company, and all of them must be assigned to a class and under our command. This is impossible."

"Why do you want to divide our subordinates?"

Baicheng stared: "With their current military quality, they are more than enough to graduate from the recruit company. Even if they take ten days off, it's okay. Why should I teach them other things, and cultivate top military talents for other platoons!"

Yu Zheng pursed his lips: "You are narrow-minded..."

"Anyway, I've already completed the task of the recruit company." Baicheng said with a carefree look, "Isn't it for your own good to practice in this last bit of time and make a good impression on the chief?"

Yu Zheng stopped talking, the recruits showed their faces, and the squad leader would indeed have more opportunities to be promoted, and the defeated city didn't need it, so it must be taking advantage of him.It's just that he has another cunning impression of Baicheng.

The recruits were terrified by the idea of ​​defeating the city. Same hands and feet were nothing. The two walked face to face, and because they cared too much about the rope, they often bumped into each other.In the corridors of the dormitory, people can often be seen humming, humming, walking, breaking with a snap, and doing push-ups with mournful faces. To be that "dragging comrade", everyone wants to be "dragged".

This atmosphere intensified after the other two squads under Baicheng moved in.Baicheng is the platoon leader, and he is in charge of the first and third squads. This time, he intends to "share" the "benefits" with these two squads. Besides, the phalanx doesn't look good if there are fewer people. No?

Classes [-] and [-] were taken aback by the dormitory of the special class. The special class who had complained a lot about the dormitory now showed a "don't care" attitude, seeing that the recruits in other classes were all "greenhouse flowers" The "kind" look in his eyes aroused the anger of the recruits in other classes.

Baicheng is well aware of the atmosphere in the platoon, but is happy to see its success.Now, he doesn't have to teach Zhile to read and write, and almost all of the squad leader's work is left to Yu Zheng. As a platoon leader, he is so leisurely that other recruits and even the platoon leader's eyes are about to bleed.

However, Baicheng also has his troubles.

Zhile fell in love with getting into his bed. Every night, when other people fell asleep, he could feel the rustling of the upper bunk. After a while, a warm body crawled in, hugging like an octopus. Falling asleep with him.

The first pampering has formed a habit in the future, and now, no matter how he drives Zhile away, it has no effect, sneaking into the bed in the middle of the night happens again and again, and it doesn't even matter if other recruits find out.

Xiaobailian asked why suspiciously, Zhile whispered: "I'm afraid the platoon leader will die after waking up."

This reason is so funny, but no one asked any more, and the class started the activity of "who can attract Zhile to sleep together".Because Zhile's body temperature is relatively high, sleeping together in winter is like hugging a small hot stove, which is extremely comfortable.

Yu Zheng spoke angrily several times, but it still didn't work, so they finally let them go.However, no matter who Zhile sleeps with, if she sleeps until midnight, she will still slip into the bed of Baicheng.

The recruits understood, but the defeated city didn't want to understand at all.The high level of vigilance he has been trained to make him feel that a person sneaking under the quilt in the middle of the night is very scary, not to mention, sometimes he will encounter some embarrassing situations.

This day, before he woke up, Baicheng felt a comfortable feeling floating into his mind. He was wondering, and suddenly woke up, and stretched out his hand to grab the hand that was groping between his crotch.

Facing Zhile's big innocent eyes, Baicheng could only hold back the pleasure, lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhile looked puzzled: "Daddy, do you also wet the bed?"

"What bedwetting?"

"Every time I wet the bed, the little bird grows longer and harder." Zhile said thoughtfully, "I'll cover it for you, you go to the toilet quickly!"

"..."

Baicheng's face froze, and he moved his waist, trying to pull his lifeblood out of Zhile's hand, but he didn't expect Zhile to really "care". Another wave of pleasure.

In terms of love, it is normal to lose a city.When I was in the Special Warfare Brigade, I definitely couldn’t take care of the missions. I usually trained at the base, and I lost my mood when I was tired. With the few free opportunities left, it’s okay to use Wu Girl to solve it occasionally.

At this time, Zhile was just holding the front of the lifeline, and was rubbed by the rough cocoon, and the ecstasy immediately made Baicheng's breathing a little faster.